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last day of my life
here in this grave I lay
alone still alive in my head,
breath getting so dense
is this what its like to be dead?
I miss my family
I miss my loving wife,
I wander if any one is there
I feel needles stabbing my like knives.
as I lay and pray
my words are getting soft,
this is where I lay
in life I am here to rot.
it seems like no one cares
for what I do to flatter,
I guess to everyone
nothing else matters.
as I take my last breath
I pray for the last thing that's dearest to me,
sorry for what I have done
I wish we could..........
alone still alive in my head,
breath getting so dense
is this what its like to be dead?
I miss my family
I miss my loving wife,
I wander if any one is there
I feel needles stabbing my like knives.
as I lay and pray
my words are getting soft,
this is where I lay
in life I am here to rot.
it seems like no one cares
for what I do to flatter,
I guess to everyone
nothing else matters.
as I take my last breath
I pray for the last thing that's dearest to me,
sorry for what I have done
I wish we could..........
Published 7th May 2013
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9th May 2013 5:48pm
9th May 2013 5:51pm
25th Nov 2014 6:35am
Wow there's so many different meaning to this, it could be depression, self harm, or suicide. These emotions often come with regrets, and we wonder about the people closest to us. I think you showed it quite good.
